The Gas Miners Guild transport, or as her owner had called her "the battle ship" Ohotsuku-Kai had just been cleared for docking with Kyoto base, with the passengers scanned and decontaminated. The vessel was more of a warship than a transport, thanks to the impressive armaments mounted on her, but more so because of the high-class armour-plating that had been upgraded for her. "The best you can buy with credits" the owner had been told during the retrofitting. And it had been proven to be true no sooner than on her maiden voyage. Unbreakable, the Ohotsuku-Kai made any pirate rethink their position after having seen their comrades' ships turning to wrecks, while only being able to scratch the paint-coating of the "battle ship" with everything but their most powerful torpedoes, even those left much to be desired. Guild Master Taro Katsuo had been more than pleased with his new vessel.
"Bring her down on any landing pad that's large enough, Meishu-san." Taro ordered Jomyo Meishu, one of his Seibyou, his elite aces. Jomyo only nodded, and started their descent down unto one of the largest landing pads available. He'd been surprised that their vessel had even been able to dock with Kyoto proper, as the docking ports to the asteroid base were no wider than their vessels was long, leaving little space for errors. Taro had brought Jomyo Meishu and Hiromichi Shinohara with him to Kyoto, both of them Seibyou, to act as his retainers. Neither of them were too happy with the de-lousing during docking, but they knew better than to complain. "Sensei, the grav-lifts are engaged. We've landed." Jomyo notified Taro "We're ready to disembark." A flip of a switch powered down the engines. "Arigato, Meishu-san. Shino-san -" Taro called for Hiromichi "bring the chest, and be gentle with it." With a few limping steps, Hiromichi had left the ship's bridge and now walked in the narrow hallway through the living quarters. An old battle-wound had injured his legs so Hiromichi had to learn living with the constant pain, and it hurt more so whenever he walked. Not that he'd ever reveal his weakness willingly, but the limp did so anyway. The first door on his right was Taro's cabin, so he pressed a wall panel and the door slid open with a swoosh. Inside, Hiromichi saw the wooden chest placed plainly on a desk. Hic. The chest had elaborate and beautiful carvings marked into it, and the wood had a shade of chestnut brown. No more than a meter long from one end to the other, it stood no taller than eight inches from the desk's surface, and almost as wide. Hic. Gently, Hiromichi brought it with him carrying it with both hands, all while cursing that his hiccup had returned again. "Excellent." Taro said upon Hiromichi's return to the bridge, and beckoned Hiromichi closer to relieve him of the chest. "You may leave your side-arms and any weapons here on the ship. We won't be needing them here during our stay." Jomyo and Hiromichi glanced at each other, but did as they were asked, loosening their blaster-holsters and putting them aside, the same with any other hidden weapons they were carrying. Meantime, Taro had unlocked the the chest and opened it just slightly to peek inside. "Perfect. It's perfect indeed." he said, and carefully closed the chest shut again. "Let's not keep our hosts waiting. They've waited long enough already." With that said, he gave the chest back to Hiromichi and they left the bridge, heading towards the crew exit. Taro assumed someone would greet them at the landing pad, to escort them to the Imperial Court, and their waiting hosts.